Tag: art

A woman is a lot like an art exhibit. Silent. Static. Unmoving. Reserved. A crowd of people pass by without even a second glance. Mostly apathetic, they continue their daily routine. No one dares to listen to what they have to say because it’s ‘always just the same thing all over again’. The similarities unnerved […]

She was lazy Sunday afternoons spent on art museums, she was chill Friday nights on Spoken Word poetry. We met under peculiar circumstances, and we almost never did. We’ve never been affectionate towards each other, perhaps because we respected the rule of never touching masterpieces. We made up for awkward silences, filling the air with […]